Chapter 12 Chapter 12
Tessa
I have never had an orgasm in my entire life. Even after Alex raped me, I never touched myself in any way, never allowed anyone to touch me, and I never felt the way he was making me feel. I felt him move, and then he was kissing me.
“You’ve never had an orgasm? ”. He asked, his voice low, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone, but I didn't answer him.
“You can try and lie, beauty, but the way you are reacting tells me no one has ever given you an orgasm. And I will be the only one; from this moment on, all your pleasure belongs to me,” he said with a growl before his hands pushed between my legs.
I was flushed and almost feverish; this feeling was new to me. His other hand continued to plump my breasts, making them heavy and so sensitive.
“You’re already wet,” he murmured.
“You’re beautiful here, plush and pink. So soft.” He slid two fingers into me; my body arched into his hands involuntarily.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He pulled out and thrust gently back into me. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around him.
He pulled out and pushed back into me with three fingers. I couldn’t hold back anymore and started moaning out loud.
“That’s it, beauty, just let go,” he said, and he continued. Thrusting his fingers in and out of me. This can't be happening. I shouldn't be reacting this way, but my body was betraying me. He kept on thrusting his fingers. I felt like I was about to combust. I'd never felt this way before in my life. I was nearly mindless.
“I want you to let go, beauty, just let go, baby. Just think about how good it feels.” he said
My pussy rippled around his stroking fingers, his words pushing me to the brink of my orgasm.
“When I’m ready to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk or you pass out, until you’re moaning, groaning, and begging me to fuck you and not stop,” he said.
“Oh god,” I whimpered. This was madness, but I was so close.
“I’ve got you. Baby.” The pad of his thumb rubbed my clitoris in gentle circles.
“Come for me, Beauty; come on, give it to me.” He said in a tone that shot through me, and everything tightened in me; he massaged my clit and pushed his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. I came with a groan, my hands pulling on the bonds that tied my hands as my body shook. My mind was a mess; my body was worse. It was so intense that it scared me. He brought out feelings I never knew I was capable of feeling.
I felt him move, and when my legs rested on his shoulder and his tongue touched my clit, my entire body froze.
“Please don’t,” I whispered.
"No, I'm going to eat this pussy until I'm satisfied," he said.
“So fucking sweet, I could eat you all day.”
When his tongue speared into me, I let out a loud groan. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I came a second time, my body shook violently, and I screamed so loud that he covered my mouth. His growl vibrated through me. He kept sucking my clit until I had a third orgasm. He didn't stop.
I came awake to something cold on my body. I tried to sit up; I was in my room, alone. I was fully dressed again. I ran my hands through my hair. What the hell happened? Did I dream that, or did that really happen? I turned to my right and saw the time. It was five in the afternoon. That's when I saw the envelope. Matte black, just sitting there. I picked it up with shaky hands and opened it. A piece of paper. I pulled it out.
“You passed out on me, beauty. I’ll see you in a few days. Oh, and for good measure, stay the fuck away from Zaiel Rhyland, or the next time I won’t just make you pass out; you won’t be able to sit.”
I jumped off the bed. Oh shit, it was real. It wasn't a dream. I sank back onto the bed. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with me? Why did I react that way? What's something wrong with me?. After sitting there for an hour and not getting anywhere, I made a new decision. I was going to wait for that fucker.
When I left home, I was cautious, looking around more. I didn't notice any parked cars or anyone lingering. As I got onto the train, I let out a breath of relief. I sat down at the back; the train had just played out when I felt it, that prickling sensation of being watched. I looked up tentatively, and my heart almost stopped.
There he was, Alex, sitting ten feet away just staring at me. I jumped up instantly when I saw him pull his hands out of his jacket. I saw the glint. He had a knife. I was already at the back of the train. There was nowhere to run to; there weren't that many people on the train.
He stood up slowly and began taking slow, purposeful steps towards me. He was savoring the moment; this was it. I was going to die. I moved towards the doors. Please, please, please. A woman with a little girl walked past him, and he stooped. Five minutes. That was all five minutes. No, seven. I needed seven minutes to get to the tower. I saw the lights; the station was coming up. He stood looking at me; he was assessing me; he knew what I would do.
“Don’t run, Tes; it’ll just be harder for you,” he said.
When the train pulled into the station, he sprinted towards me. The doors weren't fully opened when I jumped out and started running. I was halfway up the steps when I was jerked back. I rolled down the few stairs, and I hit my head and knees. He walked down slowly.
“So this is what happens when you want to pay a fucking bitch,” he said as he stood over me. I kicked him in the knees and scrambled up, taking the stairs two at a time; I could feel the blood dripping from my forehead. I ran, bumping into strangers on the sidewalk. I could hear the pounding of feet behind me; he was coming after me. I was close.
I felt my hair being grabbed, and I was yanked back. I kicked him, but he pulled away. “OFFICER,” I yelled, which distracted him, and I kicked him in the back and ran. I ran straight to the gate and punched in the code with shaking hands; he was still coming, and the gates were open. I ran through and ran towardsthe elevator. I turned around and saw him standing outside the gates with the knife in his hands.